Melepoflife
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ineededtousethesleep
ineededtousethesleep
"Nobility is very non-binary"
Melepoflife
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ineededtousethesleep
He heard the creaking of the bolt as it came slowly back, and he stared at the door in horror realizing he could not locate the monkey’s paw in time. The door slowly as fresh snowflakes fall, opened to reveal him. Was it his son? No, no it was not. His son did not look like that. No way was that his son, the boy he watched grow up did not look like this. It could not be him. The person if you could even call it that was a mess. He had almost on clothes on and was covered in blood, hopefully his own. He was wearing the same clothing, and his hair; oh, how horrible his head looked, the hair was all gone excepted a small patch to the lower left, and his skin how they missed it, they wished it to be back to how it once was. Now its just almost holding on there where parts where you could see his skull, did Herbert know? No, no he didn’t. there was a lot of thing he didn’t know and one of those things would lead to his untimely death, not that it would be his first. The whole house dropped quiet no one said anything. Slowly the son started to smile.
“hello mother, father, its good to see you again.” He said as he slowly tilled his head to have a better look into the old house. There he saw the chess game that him and his dad left when he had to go to work that fateful day, abandoned.
“its not like you left me to die at work” he continued” no, of course not”.
“come on father, we have a game to finish.” He exclaimed like a child.
They didn’t say anything as ‘it’ walks by they and into the living room, and sits down in front of the board, on the side his dad always played. As if he didn’t remember his place. White was always losing. How did he forget?
“come on father don’t waste time… what the matter?” he quizzed
“nothing son... just... thinking about how I’m going to beat you this time.” He stated with false confidence.
ineededtousethesleep
Worst thing is that’s not the last one there where 4 more just like the first three same ‘person’ different physical appearance. The fourth had a missing arm that never fully healed, the fifth one had a scar from their left shoulder to their right hop as well as two scars on each side of their chest almost symmetric. The sixth one was mute and used sing language sadly the parents never bothered to learn it.
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Him and his wife started walking to the kitchen hopeful they can play of the fact they were going to have a quite conversation with the look of getting snacks.
“come on father, don’t keep me waiting, I know you want to beat me black and blue.” Called his so-called son.
As he started to walk towards his waiting son there was another knock at the door. He looked back at ‘his son’ as Mrs. White goes to open the door, they heard giggling. As she flung the door open, she sees a 5-year-old version of Herbert. He looked up at her, his clothing filled with mud and leaves, a tree branch in hand and the biggest smile. Oh, the innocence of a child.
He ran inside unaware of the older ‘him’. As he rounded the corner he saw ‘himself’ sitting there. They both looked at each other in immense confusion. Miss white walked back to where Mr. white was standing and they both started to follow where the younger went. Once they arrived in the living room, they saw him playing with ‘it’. Poor parents still can’t call their child theirs. How sad but its not like you didn’t do this to yourself.
They where in the living room playing and for once white wasn’t losing ‘it’ was beating ‘him’. Almost like ‘it’ knew what ‘he’ was going to do, but then again nothing good can ever last as they heard yet another knock at the door.
This time they didn’t move and both versions of their sons turned and looked at them.
“aren’t you going to open the door for them? Its polite you know.” Sassed the 5-year-old.
“you know he has a point.” Reaffirmed the elder.
“if they want to come in then they can open the door them selves” answered Mr. white.
Just as he said that the door opens and reveals yet another ‘child’ of theirs. Thought this one is a girl and is as pale as snow. And oh, dear she is freezing, might want to bring her inside.
They do just that. They started to wrap her up in blankets and let her sit near the fire. Its so odd how many kids do they have?
ineededtousethesleep
ayo someone wanna help with the creation of this system?\j \j \j
ineededtousethesleep
songs about children who were expected to act older act their age
Comfy_blank
@ineededtousethesleep if there's a playlist with those songs I kindly would like a link to it-
ineededtousethesleep
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CanadianDaredevil
@ineededtousethesleep Traditionally masculine names: Sam, Rohit, Carlos, Joe, Andre Traditionally feminine names: Stacy, Catherine, Anya, Kamala Gender-neutral names: Lee, Bailey, Alex
Melepoflife
@ineededtousethesleep Sophie, Lily, Noah, Oliver, Percy, Harry, Jack, Charlie, Arthur, Ava, Ella, Emily, Grace, Isabella, Tom, Evelyn
ineededtousethesleep
come on snake, let’s rattle - when said to a woman, you’re asking her to dance; when said to a man, you’re challenging him to a fight.
ineededtousethesleep
"no honor among thieves," he said as he lay dying. as the hero looked up at the monster that killed his enemy- no his friend- he realized that heroes can never be happy, no matter what he does, he will be seen as someone's villain in their story, no matter how he acts he loses the people closest to him and he can't change that... or can he? as he looks back at the rest of his team, he sees them celebrating the monster amongst the people, he realizes that they were only fighting for fame, not for the best of the people. he realizes that none of them cares about him as they start to walk away smiling, "they can't be that happy he's dead can't they?" the hero thinks to himself. he looks back at his fallen friend and vows that he'll get revenge for him, "no matter what, even if it's the last thing I do" he curses the gods. he starts with his plan to take down his- the team of heroes, he starts to do small things to piss off the team till the dreaded interview happens, he knows how he is supposed to act on stage but will he sit quietly and do as told or will he disobey? no, he will not sit by when his friend was killed as he sits on stage, he thinks about what he will say, he remembers what his friend said "no honour" he repeats softly but not softly enough as the interviewer overhears, then asks about it...
Butterfly_Master3000
@ineededtousethesleep oh gods i would ruin it, thank you for offering though :]
ineededtousethesleep
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